His Beautiful Nightmare: From Chaos to obsession.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the priest announced, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “You may now kiss your bride.”
Enzo Caruso’s jaw tightened.
His new wife was nothing like the woman he expected.
“Don’t expect me to be gentle,” he warned.
He didn’t wait for permission. His hand locked around her chin, and his mouth crashed against hers—dominant, demanding, and meant to remind her who was in control.
But he forgot one thing.
Lokie Martin never submitted.
She bit him.
Hard.
Enzo stumbled back with a sharp hiss, blood dripping from the corner of his lips and staining his perfect white sleeve.
“Psycho bitch,” he snarled.
Lokie only smiled.
Slowly, she licked the blood from her lips, her eyes gleaming with something dangerously wild.
“Now,” she whispered, “we’re married.”
And for the first time in Enzo Caruso’s life, he wondered if he had just married his greatest enemy… or his greatest obsession.
Everyone knew Lokie Martin.
A psychopath.
A monster.
A woman who wore violence like a crown.
She never denied the rumors.
Because when the world took everything from her, Lokie had only one purpose left—protecting her little sister, Dawn.
But protecting Dawn meant making the ultimate sacrifice: marrying Enzo Caruso, the ruthless heir of the Caruso Mafia empire, in a marriage designed to end a bloody war between their families.
Enzo wanted a quiet, obedient wife.
Someone who would bring peace to the chaos of his dangerous world.
Instead, he got Lokie.
A woman with sharp teeth, a sharper tongue, and a soul too broken to be tamed.
Their marriage was supposed to be a temporary alliance.
Until hatred turned into fascination.
Fights became the only moments they understood each other.
Till neither of them could walk away.
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Chapter: Chapter 12“Right now, the city port is under strict FBI surveillance,” Luca’s voice came through the phone, heavy with exhaustion. “And they’re planning to extend control to every port in New York.” He let out a long breath. “That’s going to be a nightmare to crack. Trust me—you don’t want to know how pissed these guys are. They’re out for blood. They want to take us down at any cost.”He cursed sharply under his breath. “It’s fucking exhausting smiling at these bastards every day like we’re old friends while they’re dreaming of wiping our entire family off the map.” His voice trembled with barely contained rage. He could still see their faces—the cold determination, the pure hatred—whenever photos of the Caruso's flashed across those large screens.“I can’t wait to rip their heads from their fucking bodies,” Michello muttered, eyes gleaming with dark hunger. In his mind, he stood in a dimly lit room, drenched in blood, while their enemies lay slaughtered in pools of their own.“Fucking shut
Last Updated: 2026-08-24
Chapter: Chapter 11The dining room felt thick with unspoken tension. Lokie sat at the table with one leg propped casually on the chair, slowly sipping soup from her bowl while shooting dagger-like glares across the room at Enzo.Enzo sat stiffly on the couch, pretending to focus anywhere but on her. Yet every time she lifted the spoon to her lips, he swallowed hard, throat working visibly. He bit down on his lower lip, straightened his spine, and cleared his throat, fighting the urge to lunge forward and snatch the food.A gentle knock broke the silence. The door opened, and Bryan stepped in carrying a bag.Enzo let out a small, audible sigh of relief. Bryan didn’t need instructions. He moved straight into the kitchen, unpacked the food onto a plate, and brought it to the dining table.“Food is served,” Bryan announced quietly.Enzo rose without a word, completely ignoring Lokie as he took a seat at the far end of the table. He picked up his fork and started eating.Lokie wrinkled her nose in clear dis
Last Updated: 2026-08-23
Chapter: Chapter 10The taxi rolled to a smooth stop. Dawn stepped out onto the pavement, her movements slow and heavy.“Thank you,” she whispered.The driver gave a small, polite smile and nodded before pulling away, the engine roaring as the car disappeared down the road.Dawn stood frozen for what felt like forever—maybe five whole minutes—staring at the massive mansion looming before her. This was supposed to be home. Her home. But it hadn’t felt like one since the day their mother, Dianna, died. And it had only grown colder, darker, after her father married Lokie off.A chill wind swept across her skin, raising goosebumps along her arms and sending icy shivers racing down her spine. Every instinct screamed at her to turn around and run. But she knew better. With their father, there was never truly anywhere to hide.She drew in a deep, shaky breath, steeling herself, then forced her feet forward.Guards dotted the property like shadows. Two stood rigidly at the main entrance. Dawn walked between the
Last Updated: 2026-08-20
Chapter: Chapter 9The entire living room reeked of blood and tension. Furniture sat slightly askew from the earlier struggle, dark crimson smears staining the floor and couch. Michello strode straight to where Enzo sat, his sharp eyes dropping to the deep gash on his brother’s thigh. His stomach twisted violently at the sight.Rage—hot, protective, and unforgiving—surged through him like fire in his veins.“Who made you bleed?” Michello’s voice cut through the room, ice-cold and deadly.Bryan opened his mouth, but Enzo shot him a sharp look and smacked his arm, silencing him instantly.“It doesn’t matter,” Enzo muttered, jaw tight.“It doesn’t matter?” Michello repeated, voice rising with disbelief.“Hmm.” Enzo hummed, avoiding his brother’s gaze.Michello scoffed, the sound dripping with disgust. He grabbed Enzo by the collar and yanked him forward until their faces were inches apart, feeling the heat of his own breath. “Do you remember the one thing we don’t tolerate in this familia?” His eyes burn
Last Updated: 2026-08-19
Chapter: Chapter 8Lokie hummed her favorite song softly under her breath, the melody a fragile thread of calm as she carried the weight of the day on her shoulders. The night air clung to her skin, cool and heavy, but she had chosen to walk instead of hailing a taxi. Each step on the quiet pavement gave her a few precious minutes to breathe, to let the chaos in her mind settle before she faced the house again.She reached the door, her fingers brushing the cool metal handle. With a quiet click, she pushed it open, stepped inside, and eased it shut behind her. The latch caught with a soft finality. When she turned around, the living room stretched before her in dim lamplight—and there he was.Enzo sat motionless on the couch, like a statue carved from shadow and stone, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on nothing and everything at once.Her lips curved into a knowing smile, slow and deliberate. She walked toward him, stopping just a few feet away, close enough to feel the tension radiating from his body.“
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
Chapter: Chapter 7Michello’s laughter boomed through the walls of Enzo’s spacious office, rich and unrestrained. He clutched his stomach, shoulders shaking as a single tear slipped from the corner of his eye and rolled down his cheek.Enzo sat rigid behind his massive desk, his face twisted in a pained scowl. Every burst of his brother’s laughter felt like salt ground into an open wound. Instead of sympathy, he was getting mocked.“Michi,” Enzo growled, voice low and dangerous.Michello tried to compose himself, wiping at his eyes, but the moment he looked at Enzo again, fresh laughter exploded out of him. “Damn, Enzo… you are cooked.” He exhaled sharply, still chuckling. “For real, brother.”He shifted on the soft, expensive white sofa, trying to catch his breath.“Are you done?” Enzo snarled, staring daggers across the room.Michello pressed his lips together, fighting another wave. “I don’t think I’ll ever be done knowing how much your wife fucked you up.”“Us, you mean?” Enzo raised an eyebrow. On
Last Updated: 2026-08-17
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